Post by Donzig on Feb 10, 2022 19:54:18 GMT -5
The moon shone down on the empty plains, clumps of brown grass and rocks dotted the landscape. And in the distance stood the city of Ecatepec de Morelos gleaming in the night, Donzig sat on some rocks nearby. The empty eyes of his skull mask staring across the plains, watching the city before he lifted a hand to brush back his hood. The moonlight bathed the metal in a cold pale light, and he shifted as he leaned forward slightly. He shrugged his shoulders, and then grunted.
'I have always liked Mexico.' His hand lifted, and he let sand drift from his fingers before he tilted his head. 'The land is old here, and unforgiving. Hungry for blood, eh? You see the Aztecs believed that the Gods had to be placated with blood, with the still beating hearts of humans to allow the sun to rise in the morning. And so they waged war on anyone in their path, eager to please the Gods. Because you see? They had no choice, they had to feed the gods to keep humans alive. In our modern world, we have forgotten that. We just take it for granted that the sun will always rise, that it will just pop up in the morning. Because after all what need do we have to fear Gods? Or their wrath?'
He waved a hand, and that mask stared before he growled to himself. He stood then, pacing slowly across the sand as he watched the desert spread before him.
'The Old Gods maybe gone, but they aren't forgotten. And they are still hungry, I can hear them calling me in the night here. Their names burning in the darkness of the Void, and their old dead voices singing the praises of Oblivion.' Donzig stared, and he lifted his head to look at the starry sky overhead. 'You see hunger can make a man do crazy things, it can drive you wild, make you into a monster.'
Donzig paced slowly, his coat snapping behind him as his footfalls created tiny clouds of dust as he lifted a hand. He tapped his knuckles against his metal mask, and a shrug before he tilted his head again before he growled to himself. 'You see Mexico is a land where the lines are thin, eh? One minute it is a twinkling, glittery tourists' paradise full of songs, and laughter. And then a few hours later? The streets are dark, and the place is not safe for these tourists. A land of vibrant life, and of lingering death. Where the Old Gods haunt the night and lurk in the shadows of man's world in the shadows of the Redeemer.'
He lifted his hands, shrugging as he turned again. 'Joy and sorrow. Life and death. Wealth and poverty.'
A pause, and Donzig tilted his masked head before he hissed.
'Hunter. Prey.'
Donzig stared, and he lifted a hand with a flick of his fingers before he continued.
'Yeah, I know you fancy yourself a hunter Aiden Merric.' Donzig cocked his masked head, sniffing. 'But you see? I don't make good prey. No, no, no. Anyone who seeks me out? Pays the fucking price, Aiden! And you will be no different, because I have seen you. I have looked upon your works, and you're not bad. But Aiden, Aiden, Aiden, I am better. You see I already know what you're going to say, you and your little troll are going to walk down here--'
A hand lifted, and Donzig stared at the sky again before he sighed.
'--You're going to tell us all how not afraid you are, how you're the best wrestler in the world, and Donzig is just some crazy fool. You will no doubt make some clever joke about my name? Maybe Danzig? Maybe about a Dong? Then you will mock the way we speak, which is of course what you people do. Then you will send the troll off, and make some witty scathing remarks aimed at just me.'
If the mask could sneer? It would have.
'Pathetic, really. You've come along away from Oz to face me, you've left one desert for another, and now you will be brought down in defeat at my hands. You will fall at the feet of the Conqueror Worm, and realize how fucking futile it all has been. How fucking sad, how fucking pathetic, how much of a fucking waste it has been! Because you see, Aiden? There was no need to hunt me, there was no need to come here and act like I was prey. Because the Void stalks us all, Aiden. We are all prey to the cold embrace of Oblivion, all of us! And no one, no one has to seek me! Because I am--'
A pause, and the hand lifted to ball into a fist.
'--inevitable.'
Donzig slowly sat back down on the rock, he leaned forward with a shake of his head. Then he lifted a hand, fingers splayed across the smooth metal surface of the mask before his fingers slid into the eyeholes. And he dragged it off, looking down at it before he tucked it inside of his coat. His cold eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and he let his fingers tug at his tangled beard. He spat, and then shrugged.
'Bad luck for you really, Aiden. You see anywhere else? You might have a chance, but here? Here?' Donzig shrugs, waving a hand towards the empty desert. 'Here in Mexico? I am a God among men, I can feel the Aztec gods screaming my name. You see Donzig was born in Pittsburgh, he was forged in the streets of the Steel City, he grew in the shadows of the factories and waged war on the banks of the Three Rivers. But the Scourge?'
Donzig paused, and his hand wiped across his mouth before he rolled his shoulders.
'We were born here, we were born in this land. And we will not let the likes of you shame us, Aiden.'
He rose again, scowling as he started to pace.
'Here we are as Tezcatlipoca, Aiden.' A finger lifted, and Donzig stared at the distant city. 'Omnipresent in the earth and sky, and beyond in the lands of the dead, eh? The God of battle and the night, of light and shadow. He is the Lord of the Smoking Mirror, and his heart is gone! His chest now a mirror of obsidian, and in it's dark reflections he can see the hearts of men, their minds and souls! He can read their thoughts, Aiden.'
Donzig sneers, and he absently let his hand brush across his chest before he smirked.
'A sorceror, Aiden. The god of war, cold, and the north, eh? In the age of the First Sun he ruled a world populated with giants, and his brother came to take it from him. Well, Aiden? You're not taking shit from me, this is the Fifth Age! And I am going to break you in half inside of that ring, because I am everything I say I am! I am the Scourge, and no one escapes the wrath of Donzig! Not even you, hunter boy.'
A pause, and Donzig's cold eyes narrow.
'They say here that Jaguars are sorcerers did you know that? That if you stalk them in the night, they call your name and lead you to your doom, Aiden.'
Donzig smiled his ghastly smile, and he shrugged before he turned to draw up his hood. And he slowly walked into the desert, before he looked over his shoulder to smirk.
'See you soon.'
'I have always liked Mexico.' His hand lifted, and he let sand drift from his fingers before he tilted his head. 'The land is old here, and unforgiving. Hungry for blood, eh? You see the Aztecs believed that the Gods had to be placated with blood, with the still beating hearts of humans to allow the sun to rise in the morning. And so they waged war on anyone in their path, eager to please the Gods. Because you see? They had no choice, they had to feed the gods to keep humans alive. In our modern world, we have forgotten that. We just take it for granted that the sun will always rise, that it will just pop up in the morning. Because after all what need do we have to fear Gods? Or their wrath?'
He waved a hand, and that mask stared before he growled to himself. He stood then, pacing slowly across the sand as he watched the desert spread before him.
'The Old Gods maybe gone, but they aren't forgotten. And they are still hungry, I can hear them calling me in the night here. Their names burning in the darkness of the Void, and their old dead voices singing the praises of Oblivion.' Donzig stared, and he lifted his head to look at the starry sky overhead. 'You see hunger can make a man do crazy things, it can drive you wild, make you into a monster.'
Donzig paced slowly, his coat snapping behind him as his footfalls created tiny clouds of dust as he lifted a hand. He tapped his knuckles against his metal mask, and a shrug before he tilted his head again before he growled to himself. 'You see Mexico is a land where the lines are thin, eh? One minute it is a twinkling, glittery tourists' paradise full of songs, and laughter. And then a few hours later? The streets are dark, and the place is not safe for these tourists. A land of vibrant life, and of lingering death. Where the Old Gods haunt the night and lurk in the shadows of man's world in the shadows of the Redeemer.'
He lifted his hands, shrugging as he turned again. 'Joy and sorrow. Life and death. Wealth and poverty.'
A pause, and Donzig tilted his masked head before he hissed.
'Hunter. Prey.'
Donzig stared, and he lifted a hand with a flick of his fingers before he continued.
'Yeah, I know you fancy yourself a hunter Aiden Merric.' Donzig cocked his masked head, sniffing. 'But you see? I don't make good prey. No, no, no. Anyone who seeks me out? Pays the fucking price, Aiden! And you will be no different, because I have seen you. I have looked upon your works, and you're not bad. But Aiden, Aiden, Aiden, I am better. You see I already know what you're going to say, you and your little troll are going to walk down here--'
A hand lifted, and Donzig stared at the sky again before he sighed.
'--You're going to tell us all how not afraid you are, how you're the best wrestler in the world, and Donzig is just some crazy fool. You will no doubt make some clever joke about my name? Maybe Danzig? Maybe about a Dong? Then you will mock the way we speak, which is of course what you people do. Then you will send the troll off, and make some witty scathing remarks aimed at just me.'
If the mask could sneer? It would have.
'Pathetic, really. You've come along away from Oz to face me, you've left one desert for another, and now you will be brought down in defeat at my hands. You will fall at the feet of the Conqueror Worm, and realize how fucking futile it all has been. How fucking sad, how fucking pathetic, how much of a fucking waste it has been! Because you see, Aiden? There was no need to hunt me, there was no need to come here and act like I was prey. Because the Void stalks us all, Aiden. We are all prey to the cold embrace of Oblivion, all of us! And no one, no one has to seek me! Because I am--'
A pause, and the hand lifted to ball into a fist.
'--inevitable.'
Donzig slowly sat back down on the rock, he leaned forward with a shake of his head. Then he lifted a hand, fingers splayed across the smooth metal surface of the mask before his fingers slid into the eyeholes. And he dragged it off, looking down at it before he tucked it inside of his coat. His cold eyes gleamed in the moonlight, and he let his fingers tug at his tangled beard. He spat, and then shrugged.
'Bad luck for you really, Aiden. You see anywhere else? You might have a chance, but here? Here?' Donzig shrugs, waving a hand towards the empty desert. 'Here in Mexico? I am a God among men, I can feel the Aztec gods screaming my name. You see Donzig was born in Pittsburgh, he was forged in the streets of the Steel City, he grew in the shadows of the factories and waged war on the banks of the Three Rivers. But the Scourge?'
Donzig paused, and his hand wiped across his mouth before he rolled his shoulders.
'We were born here, we were born in this land. And we will not let the likes of you shame us, Aiden.'
He rose again, scowling as he started to pace.
'Here we are as Tezcatlipoca, Aiden.' A finger lifted, and Donzig stared at the distant city. 'Omnipresent in the earth and sky, and beyond in the lands of the dead, eh? The God of battle and the night, of light and shadow. He is the Lord of the Smoking Mirror, and his heart is gone! His chest now a mirror of obsidian, and in it's dark reflections he can see the hearts of men, their minds and souls! He can read their thoughts, Aiden.'
Donzig sneers, and he absently let his hand brush across his chest before he smirked.
'A sorceror, Aiden. The god of war, cold, and the north, eh? In the age of the First Sun he ruled a world populated with giants, and his brother came to take it from him. Well, Aiden? You're not taking shit from me, this is the Fifth Age! And I am going to break you in half inside of that ring, because I am everything I say I am! I am the Scourge, and no one escapes the wrath of Donzig! Not even you, hunter boy.'
A pause, and Donzig's cold eyes narrow.
'They say here that Jaguars are sorcerers did you know that? That if you stalk them in the night, they call your name and lead you to your doom, Aiden.'
Donzig smiled his ghastly smile, and he shrugged before he turned to draw up his hood. And he slowly walked into the desert, before he looked over his shoulder to smirk.
'See you soon.'